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I needed to post something. I don't know why, I just felt that either I had to or that I needed to. I think it's because for once here at the Three Rs we are posting something everyday. When before our posts seemed to arrive in clumps of many post followed by a post once in a fortnight. So here I sit listening to the Rocky Horror Picture Show wondering what I can put in this post...
I was toying with the idea of writing a review for "Does it Offend You, Yeah's" debut album You Have No Idea What You're Getting Yourself Into. But I wouldn't know what to say other than, "I like it because it's a bit different," and I couldn't go into more technical terms like Prodigy does in his music reviews because of my lack of knowledge (and care for Wikipedia currently.) If I had to describe "Does it Offend You, Yeah's" music it would be if "Enter Shikari" and "Pendulum" made an album together with help from "Peaches". I assume that one of those comparisons would be classed as flattering, one as not and the other varying depending on who you ask.
Recently my love of Darts has been rekindled thanks to PDC US Open on Challenge. (Yes, I am aware that it's a repeat of last years.) Presented by the most incompatible TV duos on TV, the partnership of the non-excusable Sarah Cawood and the man from Bullseye. No, not Jim Bowen. Or Dave Spikey. The man described as "Capital D" by Peter Kay in his largely over-rated stand up. It's clear that Miss Cawood doesn't know the first thing about darts. All her questions are read from a card which seems to have to be 2 inches from her face to be able to read. But she keeps the card on her lap to cover herself and her modesty, making her look like some hunchbacked female leprechaun lost. It's clear the players where less than pleased with there performance when presenting. Now don't get wrong I think Sarah Cawood is good presenter, see Eurovision Semi-final, but darts is the wrong way and if this was an attempt to be shortlisted for Sky Sports presenting... it failed.
I've had an awful lot of fast food this week, helped probably by the more-ish taste of the KFC mini fillet. The 99p burger is perfect in size and taste, which is agreed by one of the "3rwag". ("3rwag" refers to "Three Rs Wives and Girlfriends." I decided to pen the name now before we hit-it-big-time-get-rich-become-celebrities happens.) If was to rate this burger using the Three Rs rating scale I would give it a solid 4. "4!?! You just said it was 'Perfect'." Yes I know I did but it's just not big enough to settle the stomach, OK, I mean MY stomach. I see the burger as a cheap filler to eat walking home from KFC with a Boneless Bargain Bucket in hand. Though I guess it would be hard to carry the bucket and eat the mini fillet at the same time, which does make me ponder the "4" I gave it. Maybe I should lower it...
Every episode this guy comes out with better lines and more laughs. It certainly ages better with age. Unlike 'playing card games'? Anyway, check out the series and try to stick with it; The Abridged Series is hardly for kids.
Notably, this is a crossover rant! Depending on where you read this, it appears on both Angsty Me and The Three Rs. Why? Because it was originally written as a somewhat personal entry, but turned into appealing to the mainstream audience. Well, as bloody mainstream as the network gets. Enjoy!
'Ear to the ground' is a phrase that is tossed (lol!) around frequently by new music pundits. It describes how certain people with open minds and knowledge of the 'scenes' pick up on new musical artists. I like to think myself one of these people. My variety of music is large and varied. There is not a genre that I am prejudiced against in any shape or form. From Timbaland to OK Go - Calvin Harris to Iron Maiden - Nancy Sinatra to Faunts; I like 'em all. Admittedly, I do have my personal limits: I tend to draw the line at 'indie' shit which... is not even independent. 'Independent label'!? Excuse my hypocritical ignorance: But isn't every record company somewhat free from the influence from the next? Certainly, there are partnerships between the industry corporations, but that applies for everything (even this blog!). I may even let this apparent type of music (which ranges from taking a dump on a fretboard and fucking the amp ports to upbeat electro-pop which is disco disguised as 'nu-rave') get away with its foul ways if, in fact, half the artists had not sold out to mainstream labels in the first place. MC Frontalot's 'Indier Than Thou' demonstrates this perfectly; just because you proclaim yourselves to be hardcore, that you want to 'fuck the fans' (and not sexually) and play gigs until your fingers are reduced to bloody stumps does not change the fact you're as manufactured as the next. Sheffield-accent-sporting, illiterate idiots are not original and haven't been ever since the Artic Monkeys released 'I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor'. You're jumping on the back of a colossal fad and sooner or later, that spine is going to snap and your so-called 'careers' will break alongside it.
I could go on about how 'indie' music - so I will. The attitudes put out by such a set of bands is highly negative, for a start. For a look at how to deal with your fame correctly, take a look at the Kaiser Chief's lead singer's opinion. When he presented the infamous British 'comedy-quiz' known as 'Nevermind The Buzzcocks' Ricky was cool, calm and collected; yet still managed to succeed in making people laugh. Now, according to MySpace Music (a surprisingly revolutionary method of delivering new acts; almost on par with the most popular music blogs and Pandora) the Kaiser Chiefs are on a mainstream 'indie' label. So they should be at the epitome of what I hate about self-proclaimed independent bands. Fortunately for the Chiefs, I favour their general approach to the profession of performance. That, is what some other similar artists should remember; if you are on stage, please bare in mind you are there to entertain, not look bored as your fingers crawl across the strings in an automated pattern. If you are not getting a rush of adrenaline from being at the centre of attention for two hours - then why in God's name are you hosting gigs in the first place?
Trance DJs manage to put in a huge amount of energy fuelled by the fire of their own music and the presence of a drugged-up crowd for nine hours per night. Why, then, when you are rattling on about your complete failure of a love-life do you utterly mutilate not only our ears but also our onlooking eyes by simply standing around on a raised platform looking like you've just been beamed down onto Planet Monotony from the USS Wannabe Rockstar? It is a crying shame that your 'fans' do not seem to bother about your lack of effort. Even the infamous act 'Haduken!' have admitted this is a 'dire issue' for their music scene. The famous phrase, 'I went to a gig; everyone was too cool to dance,' springs directly to mind when it comes to this. I have enough friends who have been to said events to stand by the claim that 'indie kids' do little more at said events than stand around and look just that little bit too self-conscious. People complain about the music scene in the United Kingdom is somewhat stale. Well, I agree - hence why I turn to North America and even places like France and Germany to sustain my musical requirements. Yet the young people in this beloved nation (note that The Three Rs is still a co.uk domain) - the ones which are responsible for driving in the popularity of new music - are ready to settle for mediocre artists. Notice that, for the love of God, this is not an all-out rant at this one genre - as I mentioned before - I do like some of these bands. Examples include such as The Killers and their musical brethren (especially since 'When You Were Young' is the only tune I can play decently on Guitar Hero 3). It is more about the negative outlook a lot of contributors have towards doing what they're paid for. Simple as, I'm afraid.
Anyway, I digressed my point somewhat along the way there. See, my original argument featured the theme of how frustrating it is to be on this supposed 'bleeding edge' of musical prowess and to be totally ignored. Certainly, here on this very blog we feature outstanding new acts but the frequency of such innovation hardly causes it to be a regular occurrence. Perhaps it is a time for a change regarding our status on such a subject. More cover for my favourite bands? Maybe. Anyway, it pains me when I discover a great new band, shout it from the rooftops, then are patronised by others later when the band 'gets big'. I was going to use the personal example of OK Go - who have shot to fame after being featured on YouTube. Other people may find themselves in a similar position are anyone who happens to own Nickelback's 'All The Right Reasons' can relate to the insanity of having 'Rockstar' played over and over again on the modern radio.
It was, in essence, a mediocre song yet everyone who hadn't been smart enough and were still listening to Beyonce around the time the album came out have suddenly fallen in love with it. Its a sort of sadism which allows us more loyal fans to say: 'Yeah, we heard this song before you and its still as shit now as it was then.' A lot of the time, however, our fiendish 'I told you so's fall on (ironically) deaf ears. I guess people like us - the ones which really usher in new music under blankets with the hope it may, someday, get noticed - are condemned to simply hoping it will be appreciated many, many moons from now.
Mwhaha! Scott's not going to be happy, I've beat him to the punch with providing Yahtzee's latest video. This week it's about Nintendo Wii game; Zack and Wiki...
"Gamercor3" is a new Three Rs website dedicated completely to the genre of music; "Gamercore."
The decision of launching this spin-off website came very easily to the group, due to the popularity of the Counterstrike: Source Rap (By Melaisis, Prodigy et al) and the explanation of what "Gamercore" is (By Prodigy.)
Currently this spin-off is currently run and maintain by Melasis (Scott) and Prodigy (Ste) with myself (Dee4leeds) contributing now and then.
As with all Three Rs sites we welcome guest writers and this is just as strong with "Gamercor3." If any thing this websites is more guest content driven, we want your Gamercore master pieces. Get in contact with us through the-3-rs@hotmail.com.
Nothing else left to do except "drop sum phat rhydems."
So here I am, writing this anthem, which is as sexy as Leslie Grantham. To some people he has a certain allure, but I'm here to talk about Gamercore. This genre, as afore mentioned, doesn't take much comprehension. It's basically music about game, do it well for critic acclaim.
[Chrous]
Welcome to Gamercor3. Like nothing seen before. This is our inauguration, of linguistic communication.
So what types of games do you count? There is no style that we discount. Halo, Sims and even Frogger, This site hosted by Googles' Blogger. The Three Rs knows this site will take off, Just like David Hasselhoff. Dee4leeds believes this anthem is finished, Your love of Gamecore wont ever diminished.
I was going to include some witty pop-culture reference to the actual movie 300 here, but it seems it would hardly be 'bleeding edge' and is about as old as Matrix parodies (which even then take-off John Woo movies). So no, no "THIS. IS. THE. THREE RSSSS!" for you.
Oh, I did it.
Nevermind then!
I thought a lot about what to put for this post. I mean, the blog has had some tough times on its hands of late; with our Wikipedia article going under the knife and our 'N3twork' page being cited as spam by the robots at Blogger (ironic that, on the same day, I posted a video about how robots were taking over the world). Still, we will prevail. For a start, let's tackle my thoughts on Wikipedia via means of a Billy Reid song, shall we?
Right. With that aside, I can move onto the main topic of this post: Since October 2006; The Three Rs(co.uk) has received thousands upon thousands of hits, posted more than 100 related videos, coined many Internet fads, and been featured on ABC.com and PC Gamer - whilst our sister sites have even braved the likes of Game Revolution. What began as a side-project to entertain Dee and I has morphed into a network including Templar Truths - which was made in a similar vain to what we started out as - just a time-waster. I expect big things from those guys; even if it is when they work on my own projects. With the upcoming formal release of 'Gamercore', true celebrity fame and fortune is on the horizon. Now join me, Melaisis, as I look back on some of our better (and worst) posts:
Officially, the first post on The Three Rs is listed as being by Dee, at midday, Sunday February 2006. This is actually an utter lie - as this blog didn't formulate until later that year. However, as Dee has sneakily transferred all the posts from his older blog to the main one, his little slanderous rant at Hollywood budgets marks the first in the Three Rs saga.
My first post cuts in on October 8th, with my traditional 'rant'. Since then, mainly thanks to the creation of Angsty Me, I've given up on bashing shit out about people and companies on here. Still, the above post is an outstanding landmark of how far my own writing has come on.
Next is Wombatlord's first contribution. Jordan, technically, has the biggest stake in the blog as one of his key features (like, physically) is even listed in part of the name: 'The Three Rs' includes rants, reviews and a redhead, after all. Me and Dee permitted Jordan to join after he made a succession of splendid posts on his former blog, and he entered our combined project with this.
Almost a year ago, TehProdigy - our final official member - made his premier. He definitely sports a rather distinct way of writing, and has joined myself on a campaign to bring gamercore to the people.
In all, we've had a rather eventful year or so (two if you count from Dee's posts, really). From fame to fortune, viva la Three Rs!
This is the 299th post on The Three Rs; we're cutting it so close now. So, whilst we all prepare for our self-congratulatory entry, here's a video about robots:
Over at Digital Spy, music editor Nick Levine recently complied a list of the top 10 "Worst Album Titles of Our Times." I'll admit it made for an interesting read but some inclusions just didn't bode well with me. So I thought I'd share my thoughts with you, the humbled Three Rs reader.
10. Sugababes: Taller In More Ways (2005)
However much you think about it, this title never quite makes sense.
This sounds like a horribly crude innuendo to me and I expect more from the Sugababes. (Not musically as all there songs sound are the same.) This one I agree with.
9. Steps: Steptacular (1999)
Obvious, clunky and, worst of all, it probably kept Pete Waterman chuckling for days.
Cheesy, stupid and tongue-in-cheek; that pretty much describes what Steps were. So for me the title is very much akin with the band and works well. And I hope Pete Waterman wasn't chuckling for days...
8. Michael Jackson: HIStory: Past, Present and Future - Book I (1995)
Translation: a shoddy new studio set coupled with an essential greatest hits collection in one prohibitively expensive package.
Nice translation and good call with the Album title. Though I don't understand the "HIStory" part. Is it supposed to be inferring that Michael Jackson is a member of the Conservative Party? Or that he believes he owns the Conservative Party?
7. Sum 41: All Killer No Filler (2001)
If only the Canadian pop punkers had the tunes to back up their bravado...
OK, I'll be honest, this was the album which inspired* me to do this post. Because I believe the Canadian pop punkers do have "Killer" material with no "Filler." And the use of rhyme makes the title catchy, thus making the title good. (And me a Sum 41 fanboy.)
6. Ozzy Osbourne: Ozzmosis (1995)
Actually, on second thoughts, we quite like this punning title.
I also enjoy this punning title. That is all.
5. Blink 182: Enema of the State (2001)
Unlike this one, which is a touch too scatological for our tastes.
I do not also enjoy this punning title. And talking of Enema's I believe I'll need something to wash this album away. (I was going to say "Wash the taste of this album out of my mouth" but thought "Possibly this joke is too weird." So instead of using it I decided to play it safe and not say it. Oh wait...)
4. Alanis Morissette: Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie (1998)
If you think the title's a bit wordy, just wait 'til you hear her lyrics.
Isn't it ironic? Not really, no. I don't like this title. Why? Because it reads like the notice over the doorway of a egotistical (Caution strong language ahead...) bad person.
3. Limp Bizkit: Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water (2000)
Crass, puerile and thoroughly unamusing: like band, like album title, eh?
I am thoroughly unamused at you Limp Bizkit bashing. The band did exactly what they were expected to do. And with a band name about a crippled hob nob I don't think the album title is too far from normal.
2. Beyoncé: B-Day (2006)
The French are particularly tickled by her inadvertent double entendre, we presume.
Well Miss Knowles is world renowned for her "Lower back" so I guess the title is a homage to this. Or it's about her birthday. Either way the title is rubbish and deserves it's mention.
1. Fiona Apple: When The Pawn hits the conflicts he thinks like a king, what he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight, and he'll win the whole thing before he enters the ring, there's no body to batter when your mind is your might, so when you go solo, you hold your own hand, and remember that depth is the greatest of heights, and if you know where you stand, then you know where to land, and if you fall it won't matter, cuz you know that you're right (1999)
I think this does deserve the number 1 slot. Why? Not because of it's ridiculous length, but for the fact the poem is rubbish. At least this pretencions pile of crap rhymes unlike many other poems of this style.
Dee4leeds' Suggestions.
- "Frankenstein Girls Will Seem Strangely Sexy" by Mindless Self Indulgence.
- "Stankonia" by OutKast.
- "TP-2.com" by R. Kelly.
- "Emancipation of Mimi" by Mariah Carey.
- "Post Orgasmic Chill" by Skunk Anansie.
- "Be Not Nobody" by Vanessa Carlton.
*"Inspired" is a strong word, but I really, really, really, don't have a thesaurus...
Well guys, as Easter swiftly approaches, it appears that its that special time of the month again where I attempt to summarise the happenings here at 3scapism. So sit back, relax and read on whilst I attempt to bring everything together. After all, we have had an amazingly active month; reaching more viewers than ever. This success is hardly unprecedented, however, as you'll soon find out:
So, for today's 'final thought', I'd just like to - as per usual - thank of all our writers and readers. Keep contributing, guys! Meanwhile, you may notice some unusual faces lurking around 3scapism with some strange, new features. Stay tuned.
Time for another Lost post, but you know as well as I do that that isn't a bad thing. An overdue episode this week I think. Possibly "overdue" is the wrong thing to say.
Meet Kevin Johnson
Any guesses?
Wrong. It's Michael!
Recap
The following Flashback section is from Lostpedia.
It is some time after Michael and Walt left the Island. Late at night, Michael sits in his dingy apartment in Manhattan, writing something. When he is finished, he exits his residence, enters his car, and pins the message he just wrote to his lapel, driving out into the night. He careens down by a pier before intentionally crashing his car into a shipping crate. Michael wakes up in a hospital, sharing a room with another, older man. This "older man" appears similar in appearance to Locke's father, Anthony Cooper. The attending nurse enters and Michael recognizes her as Libby, whom he shot while on the island. Michael starts screaming and quickly realizes he was dreaming when "Libby" disappears. The real nurse enters and explains that he was found badly hurt with no identification, only a letter pinned on himself, addressed to a Walt. She asks if she should call Walt, and Michael shakes his head "no". Michael later goes to his mother's home, full of Christmas decorations, asking to see Walt, but she refuses. She says that Michael gave his right as a father when he began keeping secrets from his mother, including where they have been for the past two months and why they have false names and identities. She then adds that Walt has nightmares every night and doesn't want to see his father because the latter said something to him previously. Michael then leaves, and sees Walt (not much older than when he left the Island) at his window, who turns away. Michael then goes to a pawn shop and exchanges the Rolex watch Jin gave him for a gun and a box of ammunition, then proceeds to a back alley to commit suicide. Just moments before he pulls the trigger, he is stopped by an "old friend": Tom. Michael shoots but Tom avoids the shot. After a fight between the two, Tom informs Michael that the Island won't let him kill himself, whatever the way, and that Michael still has "work to do". Tom tells Michael to try again killing himself with the gun if he doesn't believe him. In any case, Tom will be at a penthouse suite of a New York hotel. A short while later, Michael attempts suicide with the gun in his apartment, but the revolver does not fire. He checks to make sure it's loaded, and, though the cylinder has 6 bullets in it, none even have an indentation from a firing pin. About to try again, he is interrupted by the news on television of the discovery of the Oceanic 815 wreck. The 324 passengers have been confirmed dead. Confused by this, he meets Tom at the hotel, who is enjoying the company of Arturo. After asking Arturo to leave, Tom explains to Michael that the wreckage a fake, staged by "a man named Widmore" to keep others from looking in the right place where the real plane crashed: the Island. Widmore wants to keep the Island for himself and will kill everyone on it if he isn't stopped. With Michael's help, Widmore's freighter, the Kahana, can be stopped and all occupants of the Island can be saved. Tom then tells Michael that he has a job on the freighter and that his alias on the boat will be Kevin Johnson, and hands him a fake U.S. Passport. Michael questions why he would go back to work for "you people", and protests that he won't go back to the Island, but Tom sells it as his only opportunity to redeem himself for what he did; and that he won't be going back to the island: His mission will be to get on the boat, and "kill everyone on board". While boarding the freighter at the Port of Suva, Fiji, Michael meets Minkowski and Naomi who informs him that he received a package that will be delivered to his room. Michael/Kevin then meets Miles, who "knows" that Kevin is not his real name. Miles then adds to not to worry as 80 percent of the people on the boat have a secret of some kind. Michael begins to have second thoughts about killing off everyone on board as he has now "put faces with names", but a phone call from Tom reminds him to follow through if he wants to save the remaining 815 survivors living on the island. While the ship is underway, Frank wants to be the first on the Island as he is the trained pilot here, but Naomi refuses, stating that the scientific team has priority over everyone else. Frank wants to know why but Naomi doesn't answer. Michael then meets Frank, who confides that he knows that the Oceanic 815 wreckage is a fake. Frank muses the idea to meet survivors from the crash. Days later, at full sea, Michael hears guns being fired. He goes to the deck and sees Omar and Keamy, amongst other, firing guns. Shocked to discover this, Michael underlines the fact that it is supposed to be a rescue mission, but Keamy only brushes off the remark. Moments later, Michael is in his room, looking at the package. He opens it and finds a case. With the case, he goes to the engine room and finds inside the case a bomb. Michael inputs the combination for the bomb but hesitates to push the EXECUTE button to set off the bomb. Suddenly, he hears the same music he was listening to on the car when he tried to commit suicide. He then quickly sees Libby that tells him to "not do it", but it seems to only be hallucinations. Michael then proceeds and pushes the EXECUTE button. 20 seconds pass but the bomb doesn't explode. Instead, a note appears that says "NOT YET". Later on, Michael plays with a ball in his quarters when Minkowski tells him that the he has a phone call from a person named Walt. After Minkowski gives Michael some privacy with the man on the phone, it turns out that "Walt" is actually Ben, phoning from the Island. Ben informs Michael that there are innocent people on the freighter, and that the plan was never to kill them all, because Ben isn't that kind of person. He gave the fake bomb to Michael to show him the difference between a man without a conscience, Widmore, and himself. Even in a war, he doesn't want to kill innocents. Michael tells Ben that Libby and Ana-Lucia were innocent, but Ben replies that Michael himself killed them, the Others didn't ask for their death. Ben then orders Michael to get him a list of everyone on board, report the list back to him, and then disable both the radio and engine so that they cannot go on the Island, therefore saving the people on it. Michael is obviously shook up, but Ben tells him that he can consider himself now "one of the good guys".
Sayid and Desmond are suddenly awakened from their sleep to a shrill alarm, and run out on deck to find Captain Gault stopping two of his men from getting on the tender. He throws the first crew member down, and repeatedly punches the second man: desertion is severely punished. The Captain warns everyone he doesn't beat the men to scare everyone but to save everyone's lives. He makes mention of what happened to Brandon and Minkowski the last time someone left the freighter. After the fight, Gault instructs crew member "Johnson" to clean up the mess. Sayid, knowing it is Michael, approaches him, however Michael indicates he does not want to talk at this time. Sayid insists, and asks Michael why he's on the boat. Michael answers: "I'm here to die." Sayid and Desmond, after having asked a crew member, discover Michael is in the engine room. The two men go down to the room to confront Michael regarding his presence on the boat. Michael then asks Jeff, the other man in the room, to leave. Michael then tells his story, whereupon Sayid asks him if he is truly working for Benjamin Linus. Michael confirms this is indeed true. Sayid then suddenly drags Michael into Captain Gault's room and then reveals Michael's true identity as the saboteur, a spy, a traitor, and a survivor of Oceanic 815.
On the Island
Locke holds a meeting with everyone at the Barracks, and tells them he is informing them of everything he knows. Miles confirms that the people from the freighter are after Ben Linus. Sawyer questions why they don't just turn Ben over to the freighter people. Ben retorts that if the freighter people capture him, they will then proceed to kill everyone on the island. Miles does not protest this point. Later, Ben persuades Alex to go to a location he calls "the Temple" with Karl and Danielle, and he tells her that the rest of the Others are already there. He provides them with a map. Ben tells Alex that she is in danger because the people that are coming to the island would use her to get to him. He assures her that her mother will protect them. Karl and Danielle agree that they should go. Some time into their journey, Danielle, Alex and Karl take a water break. As Alex and Karl sit next to each other, a silenced gunshot hits a nearby tree, then another punctures Karl's water bottle. Rousseau tells Alex and Karl to get up and run, but Karl is immediately hit in the chest by gunfire. The remaining two hide behind a tree and assess the situation. Alex wants to go to Karl, but Rousseau tells her that Karl is "gone" and that they need to make a run for it. They get to their feet, but Rousseau is hit by gunfire and falls to the ground. Alex stands up, puts her hands in the air and says, "I'm Ben's daughter!"
I've added some new items to the Three Rs store. So here's a nice advert for them, and being nice and such I've also currency converted for you. (In GBP... for other places I recommend Xe.com)
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I guess this is a good time to apologise for this blatant advertising... Subscribe maybe?
So today is Sam's birthday. Notably, I didn't actually get him a present aside from provide emotional support following a rather embarrassing (yet hilarious!) incident in Nando's which I won't bother going into the specifics of. Anyway, after many hours of searching YouTube, I discovered the best Steven Seagal clip to put up on The Three Rs as Sam's sort of... birthday reward. Enjoy.
Right when I say update I meant reiteration. Basically, I have more riffs to tamper with for my hopefully epic monolithic ode to Tartarus, the relatively unknown Brute Chieftain ( Melaisis didn't know who he was for one ). I also have different textures and effects to play with thanks to this freeware audio software I have recently acquired, and have been practising my distorted growling vocals to suit the instrumental.
However problems immediately raised include, for one, the fact that the riffs are all well and good as they are, but they're as limp as a corpses member (One who's member isn't stricken with rigor mortis just in case you thought of that, you sick bastards) without bass guitar and drum support, and a distortion pedal, and a bigger amp, and a wah wah pedal, and a floating tremolo. Ok slight hyperbole, but the bass and drums are in my mind necessary for strength.
Secondly, Mel doesn't know who Tartarus is. Re-education in order.
Thirdly, its fine having all these effects and textures to play with, but not when they're always completely grayed out and unusable. Theres no point to it, like theres no point to the saying 'You can't have your cake and eat it'. I mean whats the point in having a cake when the point is to...Just got it, never mind. But yeah, eJay I reckon or perhaps another premium rock related program, I'll investigate.
Fourthly, I have been practising the growling vocals. That doesn't mean theres been any improvement, or that I've been practising the right thing, it just means I've potentially been repeating the same wrong, voice risking squawks in vain. However, as a result of destroying my voicebox, my voice seems to be getting growlier, so perhaps irreparable vocal damage is the answer. Then again, perhaps it most definitely is not.
And lastly, I do realise that an instruental with vocals in, isn't an instrumental solely, as it has vocals in it. Well, thats true, but LOOK OVER THERE...*scarpers*, yeah I realise its not a strict, devout church going instrumental that follows the rules. But this chain smoking, faeces mouthed instrumental doesn't follow anyones rules, not even his own, hence calling itself an instrumental, when it clearly isn't. Yeah thats right, hes a non-conformist instrumental. And yes I also did that simply as an excuse to line up the word instrumental four times vertically, just to amuse me at this ungodly hour. Ugh.
Edit 1 - Just noticed that the 'instrumental' words don't line up in the actual post, considerably less amused at this same ungodly hour. UGH.
I admit it. Browser-based gaming has never really appealed to me. The nearest I ever came to really indulging into such forgotten - and nowadays somewhat taboo - art in an earlier life was my Neopets days when I was like, ten. With the rise of wider accessibility, lower playing costs and healthy competition of the 'real' MMORPG market (games ranging from World of Warcraft, to Guild Wars, to Lineage II), the playerbase for the more traditional, solely semi-interactive online role-playing has declined dramatically within the past decade or so. Which is why, when a true, well-oiled MMORPG machine becomes available, it really does shine clearly above the rest. Especially when it is as polished as this one.
Fallen Sword, surprise-surprise, is a cliché, medieval fantasy-based game in which you roam around such 'creative' locations as mountains with hostile natives and caves full of trolls. Alright, so it isn't the most original thing out there. But so what? Where Fallen Sword fails to shine in regards to definite, elaborate backstory and innovation, it picks up points in other, more openly advertised, prominent categories. The gaming interface, for a start, is exceedingly simple. You can slip right into killing rats (or whatever else) literally within a minute of signing up. The controls are easy to adapt to, and are hardly rocket science to work with onwards; truly how a browser game should work. Unlike many of its worse brethren, Fallen Sword allows a player to switch from managing their character profile to fighting with a click of a button. In regards to the aforementioned: Customisation of your respective alter-ego is, as expected, very limited at first but expands to almost infinite possibilities as you progress. Battles are automated, but control over them is not restrictive. With both examples, a tasteful balance has been set by the designers of the game; and it works superbly.
The graphics engine is hardly sublime and the soundtrack is non-existent. But check out so-called 'current generation' free, online games such as Last Chaos or even RuneScape for comparison. Does their graphical supremacy alone allow them to reign over the rest of the independent market? I didn't think so. If anything, their reputation as online games has deteriorated thanks to ~12 year olds being attracted to such shiny and accessible things. The last thing this game needs is a forced cosmetic advancement which would do nothing but push it towards being another Korean grinding clone. Browser-based RPGs such as this one attract an extremely novel (albeit niche) market and that is how it should remain. That makes me sound atrociously elitist, but I personally do not want to be hounded by gold farmers and prepubescent teens alike whilst clicking around the map, as is the case with the aforementioned examples; yet not with Fallen Sword.
As humbly predicted, where Fallen Sword really shines, is in its community. Hardly a typical one-hundred hardcore players as is with it's generic kin, it claims to reach into the millions. Such participation by the people is even evident from the very first page after log on: Updates, to the day, on the movement of guilds and merchants alike around the world. As is with the rest of the game; the information is widespread, descriptive but yet, not overwhelming. It really can be as pressuring or causal as you wish it to be. Heck, some people may not even ever wish to take part in the large-scale events or any other pushes for uniqueness that Fallen Sword does choose to boast about. Of course this hardly makes the experience less enjoyable - but rather highlights the grand flexibility which the game offers to players.
Fallen Sword is a return to the days of old school MMORPGs, but with new players.
A sample of R.Kelly's 'Trapped In The Closet'. A wonderful operatic piece, featuring the madd beatz of R'n'B combined with a classic bit of story-telling. It may seem a bit slow at first, but stick with it. It is a true contemporary piece of artwork.
As loyal followers of this blog will remember; I tend to avoid forums like the plague. My personal extent of interacting with other individuals via the medium of unoriginal ‘posts’ and ‘threads’ was severely limited after a brief experience of the mystical Ways of the Forum many moons ago during my Neopets days. The times of ‘tweens’ attempting to communicate with one another as they would do on a chatroom over message boards made me cringe horribly, and I scarcely returned to the dark depths of that side of the Internet; restricting myself to so-called intellectual forums, such as The Escapist or even PC Gamer UK; both aimed at niche audiences so I did not have to experience the horrors of being ridiculed as a ‘gay n00b’ every time a lesser being had the guts to disagree with my long-established principles.
Fortunately ARG!.com has, in one fell swoop, managed to switch my opinion totally into reverse. I stumbled across their infamous banner advertisement sporting enormous eye-candy whilst exploring the vast land of similar sites. Immediately, being as shallow as I am, I was drawn into ARG!’s world. As many of you will already know; I like to think myself a bit of a Christopher Columbus of the Internet – exploring brave, new worlds as a pseudo-intrepid adventurer. Most of the junk I find out there is the viral universe’s adaptation of barren saltflats with the occasional exceedingly hostile native thrown in. Yet when upon disembarking onto the shores of ARG! - it was like finding El Dorado. In the case of the majority of forums, saying that the community and depth is ‘golden’ is a huge overstatement, but not with ARG!
The crowds found within the hallowed halls of this metaphorical palace of wonderment are, to say the least, fresh. In fact to call these guys ‘fresh’ is about as obvious as proclaiming videogames to be ‘fun’ or Sean Bean to be the world’s greatest actor*. It is definitely a huge risk basing an entire website upon simply the forum aspect with some extra features thrown in (the surprisingly competitive arcade, useful-as-always private messaging); but the gamble has paid off. I could spend all day discussing how invigorating it is for a creator not to lure in users simply by the premise of a ‘social networking site’. Then again, somehow, ARG! has achieved what many more popular forums have failed consistently to do: Attract the right kind of people. Certainly the members are not the most literate or intellectual of Internet denizens; yet this is not a wholly negative thing. Sometimes people require a place to casually discuss day-to-day topics with new, like-minded folks without feeling the pressure of having to engage in a depthy debate every three threads. ARG! - as a teen forum - is about as near to a place simply to chillout as one could ever hope to accomplish upon the wide sea that is the Internet.
A laidback attitude is applied across the board; from rules and disciplinary action to basically none-existent community taboo. People chose to discuss everything openly here, and we’re not just talking about sexually frustrated members. As a perfect landmark for the larger community, the forum has thoughtfully included an ‘Advice’ board where participants can discuss their problems – detailed or as vague as they wish – with the outside world, hoping for input. Fellow forum wanderers from around the web will know that this, as an idea, is hardly a grand act of originality. However, most other self-proclaimed ‘advisory’ communities claim that the ones with issues should be told to ‘get lives’ followed by any number of expletives. Once again, ARG!’s members are not afraid to break the mould: Instead assisting thread posters with actually helpful advice en masse. This truly highlights what a wonderful community ARG! is slowly blossoming into. Politeness and constructive dialogue is favoured above all here; proving that the people there are to communicate and network in a way which is, on the whole, far more satisfying than simply adding them as a friend on MySpace, or even flame-baiting.
Of course the site would not progress without the basics. Whilst having a strong, friendly set of members is essential to the forum’s beginnings, it is often the more technical difficulties that finally lead to the decline of even the mightiest of message board powerhouses. Veterans of GAIA Online; today the world’s biggest English-speaking forum, will remember the horrendous amount of downtime that particular site experienced during its early conception. This is no problem for ARG! however, as mechanical faults on the site are few and far between. The forum is consistently up, ready, and able to support up to (and beyond) 186 people online at one time. With the recent addition of the ‘Arcade’ section, followed by the ability to link your own movies from YouTube in ‘Videos’, ARG! is set to incorporate only the best parts of today’s Internet fads. Both non-Forum features are still being built around the dynamic model of interaction: With people racing to beat one another’s high scores on classical games, or perhaps commenting on that one particularly hilarious video. ARG! has all the bases covered.
This sort of quality, both within the small society and on the IT side of things, is extraordinarily rare. The idea has kicked off with tremendous initial success (why else would I be writing about it?) and let us all hope this level of class is kept as the year proceeds.
ARG! is still a relatively young site, and as such, I encourage you all to sign up and join the beginnings of a righteous revolution.
It's that time again! It's "Three Rs on Tour" time! Today's journey takes us to Yorkshire's biggest and one of the UK's fastest growing theme parks; Flamingo Land.
OK, we shall admit. It's only two "Rs" with the third, Alex, being a friend of the website.
So off we went into the grand ole city of Leeds, but it seemed that somebody didn't bring enough money. This "somebody" being none other than Mr. Melaisis. We had to scrap the money together but we had enough, both Alex and myself gave him our money. The oversight seemed make Scott think...
...and yes, me and Alex are horrible enough to make Scott give us I.O.Us...
We shall get our money back! That's quite an odd smile on my face there, like a sexual predator after getting "the goods."
Anyway fast forward through a long... long... long bus journey and we are at Flamingo Land!
But seconds within the park the Three Rs (And Alex) discovered something. Something really odd. An unexplainable feet of physics. The girders holding the roof over the dodgems is not connected to anything... not even the roof. Well the ground obviously. No need to get smart.
The park seemed to be smaller than usual, probably because we are taller. But anyway we decided to go on a ride than didn't look any smaller, Cliffhanger a.k.a Are you Over Compensating for Something? Yeah, you guessed it, Scott chickened out like a chicken eating cheese sandwiches. But in retrospect we wouldn't have pictures if not. So I applaud you Scott!
On the ride with us was an abundance of French people, yeah we don't know why either., but I tried to speak French to them... failed obviously but still here's my "I just spoke French" face.
Yes it is similar to my "The Sun's in my eyes but I'm still smiling" face.
Anyway I, Dee4leeds, being the dominate one allowed Scott and Alex to chose the next ride. UK's favourite ride Nemesis Kumali? Velocity a.k.a Crotch Rocket? or maybe even Busch Gardens 4-D cinema? Nope. The "Pedal Boats." As I allowed them to choose the ride (albeit unwisely) I allowed them to do the pedaling. I just sat back and enjoyed the gay taunts we were getting from the young rapscallions in another boat.
I did learn something, never trust Alex or Scott to drive a boat. Ever. I'm surprised the barriers are still there let alone the tree they got me stuck in! But the time in the tree gave me some time to get the official best picture of the day.
Drumroll please...
Thank you.
Next we went to the best part of the park, the kid's part. Featuring a pseudo-horror theme, a farm theme and a bunch of helicopters. Again we couldn't figure out why that was a good idea. We only went there for one thing: The Little Monster's Exploratorium.
After finding it, we discovered it was destroyed. Not literally, it had been moved. However we found out that nothing worked. Not even the legendary "Shadow Wall." Oh the pain and anguish we felt when we peeled ourselves back from the wall to find nothing... And not only that the floor left little to the imagination...
This heart breaker brought us to the zoo area. (And thank you my shoes are great.) In the zoo we were surprised not to find Richard O'Brien or maybe even Ed Tudor-Pole. As it seemed Flamingo Land had decided to "START THE FANS... PLEASE!"
...it was a Crystal Maze joke... it looks like the Crystal dome... oh go fuck yourselves. ("Swearing? Tut, that's not a good thing for the Three Rs.)
It was time to go, and we agreed a good time was had by all. (All referring to us and the 5 other people in the park.) However before we could get the bus home, something outside the park caught our attention. A certain benchmark in car modification. A hidden gem we felt needed to be shared with the world.
I'm sorry again guys, with this review I may or may not have to spoil a twist for you. OK, in terms of the bigger picture it dosen't matter. But in terms of this episodes narrative it spoils.
Ji Yeon
Ok, here's the spoiler-ish the episode has both flashforwards ands flashbacks. Flashforwards from...
...Sun. And flashbacks from...
...Jin.
sorry.
Recap
The following Flashback section is from Lostpedia.
In the flashback we see Jin on his cell phone, saying that he will be at the hospital soon. He rushes into a store and buys a large stuffed panda. Outside he hails a cab and puts the bear in it, but before he can get inside another pedestrian gets in and the cab speeds off. Going back into the store Jin attempts to buy another bear. The store owner suggests a stuffed dragon since it is the Year of the Dragon (last year of dragon was from February 2000 to January 2001). Jin insists that he "must have the panda". He ends up paying an exorbitant price for one which had been reserved for another customer. Upon arriving at the maternity ward, Jin approaches a room which has a man standing guard outside. Jin identifies himself as working for Mr. Paik, congratulates "the ambassador" on becoming a grandfather and asks if he can come inside, as well as if the baby was a boy or a girl. The guard responds that it was a boy before entering the room, leaving Jin waiting outside. An older man comes back out. Jin presents the man with the bear as a token of Mr Paik's esteem, and informs the Ambassador that Mr Paik is looking forward to doing business in China. As he is leaving the hospital a nurse asks why Jin is leaving so early. He informs her that it's not his baby. She says that he will likely be a father soon, to which he replies "Don't rush me. I've only been married two months."
At nighttime, Frank, holding a small brown paper bag, is confronted by Keamy, who warns him, "Don't be late." Frank travels to the lower level of the ship, where he meets Regina, who seems somewhat distant and a little confused. He tells her that the captain wanted him to bring it, and that the book she is reading, The Survivors of Chancellor, is upside down. As Frank enters the room with Desmond and Sayid, the door can be heard locking from the outside. Frank says that the captain was upset about them 'busting out' of the old room, and Sayid responds that the door was left open and had assumed that Frank had done so. Sayid asks if he has had communication with the Islanders and Frank remarks that their satellite phone must be broken. He then dumps the contents of the bag to reveal several containers of lima beans, and says they had a problem with the kitchen. He gives Sayid a can opener and tells him to 'stay put', knocks on the door, and is let out by Regina. In the morning, Desmond awakens to find Sayid eating lima beans. A note is slipped through the door, and as Sayid picks it up he tells Desmond about how Ben claimed there was a spy on the boat. The note reads, 'do not trust the captain'. Desmond remarks on a knocking sound that can be heard through the walls, and Sayid tells him that it is not mechanical, he thinks it is being made by a person. Sayid and Desmond are released from sickbay for their meeting with the captain. When they emerge on the deck, they immediately notice the helicopter is gone, and are led to believe it has returned to the island, with Frank on it regarding an "errand" he is doing. Regina then appears draped with large chains, and as if in a trance, walks over to the side of the ship, climbs over the railing and throws herself into the ocean. Desmond and Sayid attempt to rally the crew to save her, but the captain appears and orders the men back to their posts. When they meet Captain Gault, Sayid and Desmond begin to get an idea of the freighter crew’s mission. The captain shows them the flight data recorder (the black box) of Flight 815 and tells them it was obtained by Charles Widmore. He explains that the wreckage was found in the Sunda Trench and included 324 dead bodies. He then explains it was obviously a staged find, but that it is frightening to think about the fact that somebody has the the power and resources to do such a thing, and says that's just one of the reasons they need to capture Benjamin Linus. Later, Ray takes Desmond and Sayid to a rancid new room, on the "quiet part" of the ship. Des notes that the ship isn't moving to which Ray answers "if you say so". Upon arrival, they discover cockroaches and a large bloodstain on the wall. Mentioning it already should have been cleaned, he calls Kevin Johnson over to wipe up the stain, inadvertently revealing to Sayid and Desmond that Johnson is Michael.
On the Island
At night, Sun and Jin are on the beach when Sun questions why Sayid and Desmond have not come back after 3 days. Jin comforts her and tells her he wants to talk about baby names. Although Sun does not want to discuss it because she's superstitious, Jin, who is confident the baby is a girl, suggests the name Ji Yeon. Sun doesn't want to think about, although she says it's a beautiful name. She doesn't want to jinx the baby. They make a deal to get of the Island first, before discussing it further. In the morning, Sun wakes Jin and informs him that Kate and Jack have returned, and Sun finds Kate and asks what happened. Kate tells her how Charlotte hit her and that they had gone to a "poison gas factory." Kate remarks that they "were trying to earn some brownie points." She also says that Juliet lied about the Tempest being a power station, "probably out of habit." Sun asks Kate if they are really here to rescue them, and Kate replies that they have talked about a lot of things, but none of them have been about rescue. On the beach, Sun approaches Daniel, and they introduce themselves. Sun asks him if they are going to rescue them, and Daniel says that it isn't his call. Sun asks whose call it is, and he doesn't respond. Sun thanks him and leaves. Jin is making breakfast and Jack compliments him on his improving English. Jin says that both Sun and Sawyer have been teaching him but that Sun is better at it. Sun comes running up but stops at the sight of Jack. Jack inquires about her health, and she says that the morning sickness has stopped. After Jack has left Sun tells Jin to pack food for two days because they are moving to Locke's group. Kate has drawn Jin and Sun a map to Locke’s barracks, but warns them she will have to tell Jack that they have left. She’ll give them a good headstart, though. Sun and Kate agree that Jack wouldn’t understand why they are leaving. As they are saying goodbye, they are interrupted by Juliet who forbids Sun to leave. Juliet warns Jin that Sun is very ill and will die within three weeks if she doesn’t leave the island. However, Sun has made her mind up and Jin says: “Where Sun go, I go”. Juliet then tells Jin that Sun had an affair. Sun slaps Juliet and Jin runs off. Sun catches up with Jin and tries to plead with him to stay, saying that the affair was a long time ago. Jin is leaving with fishing gear when Bernard unknowingly interrupts their argument to ask Jin if he can go fishing with him. When he notices that they are having an argument, he apologizes saying it was a bad time. Jin tells Bernard he can come along. Later, Jin and Bernard are fishing on the kayak when Bernard tells Jin they are the only two married men on the Island. He talks about how difficult marriage is, how it takes twice as long to make all decisions. Bernard then confides in Jin, telling him that Rose had cancer before coming to the island but that she now felt better. Bernard also says he was expecting he and Rose to go with Locke since Rose doesn't want her cancer back. When Jin asks why they didn't go with Locke, Bernard says it's because Locke is "a murderer." Bernard's talk about marriage seems to convince Jin, and he finds Sun to tell her he knows why she had an affair because of the man he was before he came to the Island. But he is a different man now and will do anything to protect Sun and her baby but he asks her to tell him the truth about whether the baby is his. Sun cries and tells Jin that the baby is his.
TOUCHING...
The following Flashforward section is from Lostpedia.
In the flashforward Sun is in her apartment applying makeup when she begins to feel pain. She phones for an ambulance and the camera pulls back to reveal that she is very far along in her pregnancy. At the hospital the nurses comment that Sun is one of the Oceanic Six. She is going into labor and the baby is, according to the doctor, "in distress." Sun asks them to inform her husband and repeatedly calls for Jin, indicating her desire to not give birth until he arrives. She even mistakes a hospital visitor for her husband. While the doctor debates whether to perform a cesarian section, the baby crowns. Soon a daughter is born. Later, Sun is back at her apartment, applying her makeup. She takes a ring out of a hospital bag labeled with the name Kwon Sung Hieh. She hears a knock at the door. It is Hurley, who has come to see the baby. While admiring the baby, Hurley comments that she "looks like Jin." Then he suggests that the two should "go visit him." They then travel to a cemetery and stand in front of Jin's tombstone, where Sun says that she misses him and tells him that she named their daughter Ji Yeon, as he had wanted.
We knew what you thought. "Who would willfully buy one of these?" To be honest, we thought the exact same thing. That was until this happened...
...That's right. We sold one. And I think we can all agree that we couldn't ask for more eye candy to promote the Three Rs. (Well maybe, me...) Of course we was quick to praise him and dedicate this post to him. Google Bless You Oddy.
We decided that it was only fair that he got his own message across. Instead of making quotes up. So we interviewed him.
Dee: Hello. Oddy: Hello. Dee: Nice T-shirt Oddy: Thanks. Thanks to you. Dee: What enticed you to buy such a sex worthy t-shirt? Oddy: It qualifies as a nerd shirt. And it's cheap. I recommend one. Dee: HEY! The Three Rs is much more than a nerd place selling t-shirts for lonely nerds. Oddy: But it feels like Scott is giving me a large satirical hug all day long! Plus it's a good conversation starter. Dee: Yes the shirts are rather cuddly. Oddy: I'll say. Dee: Question- Oddy: Tell me what you think about me. Dee: Ahum. Oddy: Sorry. [A bunch of "Smoking Hot Slaming McFitties" walk past the room and instantly want Oddy for his t-shirt.] Oddy: That is what usually happens when I wear this t-shirt. Dee: Doesn't always attract females with mine. Oddy: That's because of the hair. Dee: HEY! ...shut up. Jack: Can I have one too?
(Dramatisation, may not of happened.)
Basically the moral of this story is that if you buy Three Rs Merchandise, you WILL get all the girls...
For a while after observing acts like MC Frontalot rap about the aspects of nerdish behaviour (hence nerdcore) I began to develop my own ideas of a specific 'core' subgenre, this being gamercore.
A music type that expresses love for a game and its aspects, be it an epic and faithful ode written from the bottom of a true fanboys heart, or a comedic and lighthearted side view on characters and plot. I prefer the former when concerning my game of choice, but will be doing both.
Many shared their own similar ideas (like Melaisis/Scott for example) and have brought about or are developing their own efforts, like Melaisis/Scott with the CS rap, me with several planned Halo odes, though the riff I have developed at the moment I feel is best incorporated into a suite, said riff and its deviations being linked to Tartarus, the treacherous Brute Chieftain from Halo 2 (Heh, don't pretend you knew that). And I'm sure many others have thought about following suit. I currently have a few recordings of experimentation, I'm looking to cut them apart and throw something together as a sample of progress, but don't hold your breath, this program is using the worst format I've ever seen.
Alas, gamercore though I guess to say we're creating it would be a step too far as I'm sure many other like minded individuals have had the thoughts themselves, but we're bringing it forward. Now all I need is another riff :s.
Written by: Melaisis (and Ste/Prodigy, Newell, Walker and 'Xeonia')
Version One Point One
("Shitty map!" "Laggy server!" "Noob team!")
Um... hi, I'm not here to complain, I'm just here to play the damned game, You n00bs drive me insane, I'm here to put you to shame, All I've learned from CS, Is when someone asks, if you're a girl you say 'Yes!' Though your porn tags may make 'em guess, Bah, check out ma headshotting finesse, Accompanied by some Irish guy on voice chat, Screaming into his mic like a twat. (Or something like that)
I'm gonna own yer ass, Could do it blindfolded; whilst smoking some grass, Headshotting people, en masse, Whilst doing yer mam - ooh(!) she's a nice lass! Counterstrike (Sooooooooource!)!
Office, Inferno or Dust 2, I'm uber pro; I'm gonna own j00, All the kids, thinking they're right elite, They can all kneel at my feet! I like touching children, between one and three, Or maybe not; they're too old for me! (Not that I'm a paedophile or anything!)
[Pause]
"Teamkiller!"
Get the Hell outta the vents, Stop camping; they're not bloody tents! Oh, and no one cares about custom maps, Those hostage models have huge baps, When the round's over; I have quick faps, Let's - for later - record it on Fraps!
'Cause!
I'm gonna own yer ass, Could do it blindfolded; whilst smoking some grass, Headshotting people, en masse, Whilst doing yer mam - ooh(!) she's a nice lass! Counterstrike (Sooooooooource!)!
Let's play gun-game, or deathmatch, Its a shame the map needs a patch, OMG; I shot that n00b in the head! The lag's so bad I killed my team instead! Oh fuck! You used an AWP!? It makes me stab my eyes with a fork! Don't be jealous when I use the Force, So when you're begging for remorse, When I'm eating you for last course, Just remember, Just remember! You're playing Counterstrike: Source.
OK, I'll admit I'm late with this post. But as late people say to make themselves better; "Better late than never."
The Other Women
It's a 44 minute affair with...
...Juliet.
Recap
The following Flashback section is from Lostpedia.
In the first flashback Juliet is waiting in a nicely decorated room. Harper, a therapist, arrives, and begins discussing with her why Juliet is the center of attention, and why that makes Juliet uncomfortable. Suddenly, Tom appears, and wants to take her to Ben. They leave the therapist's office -- a building in the Barracks. Tom talks about his own experience with Harper, who succeeded in making him cry about his father. They arrive at a house with Ben on a porch. Ben shows Juliet her welcoming gift: her own two-bedroom house, fully furnished with an opera music collection. When Juliet says it is unnecessary, as she'll only be there for six months, Ben responds, suspiciously, that he wanted her to feel at home. Months later, Juliet is in her office weeping (about the loss of a patient, Henrietta) when Goodwin enters and asks her to treat a burn he says he got from leaning against a transformer at a power station. She makes snide comments about Harper, who turns out to be Goodwin's wife. Juliet asks Goodwin not to tell his wife, then says that she promises not to tell anyone he lied about his chemical burn. Juliet is discussing the island's pregnancy problem in a lab with Ben when Goodwin barges in, cheerfully yelling to Juliet. When he spots Ben, he becomes awkward and asks if either of them would like a sandwich left by Ethan. When they both decline, he leaves. Ben looks up suspiciously, seemingly now aware of a romantic relationship between the two of them. Later that day, Harper confronts Juliet during a therapy session about the affair Juliet's been having with Goodwin and asks when they started sleeping together, something Juliet initially denies. Harper reveals that she followed them and watched them having sex, and then adds that if she continues having an affair with Goodwin, there will be "consequences" and she doesn't want Goodwin to get hurt. Juliet replies that she will not hurt him, but Harper says that she is not talking about Juliet, but about what Ben will do if he finds out as Ben is smitten with Juliet because she "looks just like 'her.'" Some time after, Goodwin and Juliet are on a private date at a beach far from the Barracks. Goodwin says he wants to tell everyone about their relationship, and that his wife already knows (he has been sleeping on the couch for over a year), but Juliet says Ben wouldn't like it. Goodwin asks if it is because Ben has a crush on her, and reveals that everyone recognizes this fact because Ben "follows her around like a puppy". Goodwin says that he has been working with chemicals that could kill every man, woman, and child on the island if he flips the wrong switch, and that Ben has enough on his plate than to worry about the two of them. Juliet expresses that she is still concerned Ben would be upset, but Goodwin laughs dismissively: what is he going to do? The scene immediately jumps to the previously shown scene of the Barracks' perspective of the crash of Flight 815 including Ben telling Goodwin to go undercover. This time we see Juliet and Goodwin exchanging worried glances in front of Harper. Goodwin leaves without looking at Harper. Three weeks after, Ben invites Juliet to a dinner party, which turns out to be a private date for just the two of them. Ben tricked her into an evening alone with him. They start to talk about Zack and Emma and how good Juliet has been with them. Juliet then says that they have been asking about their mother in Los Angeles, and since they are only children, do they really belong on the Island with them. But Ben replies that they are on the list and who are they to question who is on the list or not. Ben then becomes angered when she mentions Goodwin, as he's been undercover for three weeks now and they already retrieved the people from the list for the tail. He tells her that Goodwin cannot come back yet, and claims that he is "making a case" for Ana Lucia to join their society, adding that Goodwin seems to have an inappropriate relationship with Ana Lucia, trying to make Juliet jealous. There is no reason for him to hurry back, but his assignment will be over soon. In the final flash, Ben comes to see Juliet, reading Jack's file just given to her by Mikhail. She tells him about Jack's surgical skills, especially against tumors but Ben doesn't seem very interested about that news for the moment as he has something else on his mind. Ben then takes Juliet to see Goodwin's body impaled upon a wooden stake. Ben reveals he knows about their affair; Juliet accuses him of deliberately sending Goodwin on a suicide mission. She asks why he would do this. Ben then underlines the fact that the reason why he is keeping her on the Island is because "you're mine." He then gives her as much time as she needs to grieve her lover.
Sun approaches Juliet, who is erecting a new tent on the beach. She asks her why she'd be setting up a tent on the supposed last days on the island when Jack approaches, asking if anyone has seen Daniel and Charlotte, who had vanished overnight. No one has seen them, and Jack becomes visibly upset. Jin admits he saw them enter the jungle, but did not mention anything because "[Jack] said they are friends." Jack and Juliet begin searching for them. Juliet is walking through the jungle and suddenly hears the whispers. She looks around and finds Harper standing behind her, who says that Ben has a message for her: Daniel and Charlotte are heading towards the Tempest, and Juliet has to stop them, using deadly force if necessary. If they figure out how to deploy the gas, everyone is going to die. Juliet asks why Harper doesn't stop them herself, and Harper answers that it is Ben's wish that Juliet does it, and says that although Ben is a prisoner, he is "exactly where he wants to be." Harper says that Juliet must kill Daniel and Charlotte. The conversation is interrupted by Jack who points his gun at Harper and demands to know who she is. She says she is an old friend of Juliet’s and she was telling her where the people they are looking for are headed and that Jack with his gun should go there too. The whispers are heard again, and Harper suddenly disappears. After a bit of vainly looking around for Harper, Juliet conveys what she has been told to Jack, and that the Tempest is an electrical station. Juliet asks for Jack's assistance without fully revealing everything, and he agrees. Daniel and Charlotte pause near a stream in the jungle, and look at Daniel's map. He has doubts about whether or not he will be able to achieve their goal, but she says she is convinced that he can do it and that they should get going. Daniel seems convinced. Suddenly, Kate appears. Charlotte draws her pistol but Daniel assures her that Kate poses no threat. Kate tells them about Miles, that Locke has him but that he is fine. After Kate asks what they are doing in the jungle, Charlotte tells a lie about a sat-phone running out of juice and that they volunteered to get some fresh batteries from the packs they threw out of the chopper. Kate looks up and sees the green light on Daniel's phone and gets suspicious. She asks why Daniel has a large pack if they are looking for the packs they threw out of the helicopter. After discovering it contains gas masks, Kate is knocked unconscious by Charlotte. Jack and Juliet continue through the jungle, discussing Harper. Juliet reveals to Jack that Harper was her therapist, and he comments that she seemed rather hostile. They trade comments about things that they'd prefer to ignore from their past, and Jack comments Juliet knows all about them because of his file. She replies: "Trust me, Jack, you don't want to see my file." Claire approaches Locke as he is cleaning a rabbit, requesting to speak to Miles about who they are and where they came from. She reasons that because they shot one, killed one, and are holding one captive, it's reasonable that they are seen as hostile, but that she might be less intimidating. Locke refuses, asking if she remembers what Charlie said about the boat. Claire reminds him that all Charlie said whose boat it isn't, and asks wouldn't he "like to know whose boat it is". In the basement at the Barracks, Locke brings Ben food and clean clothing. Ben questions whether the rabbit that was served to him had a number on it. Just before Locke leaves, Ben asks, "Has the revolution begun yet?". He tells Locke that if he's not careful, his people will organize an insurrection, and that Locke's people will be very angry when they found out he doesn't have a plan. He then attempts to undermine Locke's confidence by talking about leadership. Locke cuts Ben off by revealing he knows about the discussion Ben had with Miles concerning the $3.2 million dollars, and Locke sarcastically provides Ben with his first dollar. Ben then attempts to persuade Locke to let him live in one of the houses in exchange for the information he wants. Ben will have to show Locke proof. Juliet and Jack stumble across Kate, who is just coming around from being knocked out by Charlotte. Juliet, looking a bit upset, offers to go get Kate some water. Kate and Jack discuss what happened, and Kate tells him about the gas masks after Jack tells her that they are looking for a power station. Jack begins to call frantically for Juliet but she doesn't answer. Ben and Locke discuss trust issues and reach a deal. Ben says that if his people were coming for him, they would have already stormed the Barracks. Ben then tells Locke how to open the safe on his bedroom wall, behind a painting, revealing a file and a videotape. The videotape, marked "Red Sox", contains footage of the man Ben says owns the Freighter and has been trying to find the island: Charles Widmore. The footage shows a blindfolded man, that Ben says is one of his, that had the misfortune of being captured. The man then gets beaten up and killed. Ben doesn't know how Charles Widmore knows about the Island but he tells Locke that Widmore wants to exploit the island, citing an event in Florida where he says 5,000 people came to see a patch of mold that looked like the Virgin Mary. He asks Locke how many more people would come to see him since he recovered suddenly from being in a wheelchair after he crashed on the island. Widmore is going to stop at nothing to get what he wants. Ben then gives Locke the file containing all the information he has gathered about Charles, saying that the information is a combination of vague guesswork and concrete facts. Locke demands one more thing: the identity of Ben's man on the boat. Ben agrees to tell him, but warns that he "might want to sit down." Jack and Kate trail Juliet, discovering Daniel and Charlotte's tracks as well. Kate tells Jack about her conversation with Miles, that the people on the Kahana know she is a fugitive. Juliet approaches the Tempest, and, noting the destroyed security system, opens the pulley door and draws her gun. Walking along the catwalk, Juliet sees Daniel wearing a HAZMAT suit and a gas mask while working on the station's computer, as messages blare over the speakers warning about contamination. Juliet holds the gun on Daniel as he questions what she is doing there. She snatches off his gas mask, telling him that he will die with the rest if he releases the gas, but he counters that he's not trying to release it, but to render it inert, to make it safe. Just then, Charlotte hits Juliet from behind with a metal bar and a struggle ensues, as Daniel continues working on the computer. After a fight between the two, Juliet recovers her gun and tells Charlotte to order Daniel to stop what he is doing, but Charlotte confirms that they are trying to prevent Ben from releasing the gas to kill everyone on the island. Charlotte states, "We know he's used it before". Juliet continues to hold the gun on Daniel, seemingly having an inner struggle, but then lets him complete the task seconds before the "contamination". As Juliet and Charlotte exit The Tempest, they bump into Jack and Kate. After a brief confrontation where Charlotte tells them that she and Daniel just saved their lives, Kate follows Charlotte inside to see what she is referring to, but Jack says he'll take their word for it. Juliet also remains outside, where she confides in Jack, telling him that "these people came here to wage war against Ben, and Ben's going to win, and when he does, Jack, you don't want to be anywhere near me". Jack asks her why, and she replies that Ben thinks she is his "and he knows how I feel about you". They share a kiss, and Jack tells her that Ben knows where to find him if he wants to. He then comforts her with a hug as the Tempest's lights flicker. Hurley and Sawyer play horseshoes. Hurley makes a lucky shot, and when Sawyer is surprised, Hurley says that he's just lucky. Then they see Ben walking freely into his home. Amid their confusion as to why Ben is walking about freely, Ben cheerfully says "See you guys at dinner!"
Written by: Melaisis (and technically Walsh, Walker, Doyle, Si and Newell)
This is a riddim'.
About James the First. Well, James IV if you're Scottish. We welcome you here today, To prove you ain't gay, Your life was bare chillin' innit, With your intelligence, personality, 'n' wit, You came to power, In your most prestigious hour, When Steeny was dropping soap in the shower, 'In and out' of politics, With your sexual antics, 'Cause you was giving your favourites forty licks (as in the Rolling Stones album!), You was a moderately successful ruler, But on your horse you was a drooler, Your Anglo-Scottish 'relations', Destroyed great nations, You was too busy in Buckingham's backdoor locations, In Parliament you was hard, You liked to cover your boyfriends in lard, Buckingham over-used patronage, 'Cause your wife had the heart of a fridge, Cranfield tried to reform, Foreign policy was your norm, James; this is the story of your life, And Buckingham slept with your wife!
Although it is worth noting there are a few, mild inaccuracies. In the 1993 film it was confirmed that both brothers were actually called 'Mario' - as in the surname. So Mario is Mario Mario and Luigi is Luigi Mario; not whatever claim this film implies.
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